Hear the happy hymn we raise; Take the love which is Thy praise; Give content in each condition; Bend our hearts in sweet submission, And Thy trusting children prove Worthy of the Father's love!

FRIEND, were you but couched on
Tmolus' side,

In the warm myrtles, in the golden
air

Of the declining day, which half lays bare, Half drapes, the silent mountains and the wide Embosomed vale, that wanders to the sea;

And the far sea, with doubtful specks of sail,
And farthest isles, that slumber tranquilly
Beneath the Ionian autumn's violet veil;
Were you but with me, little were the need
Of this imperfect artifice of rhyme,
Where the strong Fancy peals a broken chime
And the ripe brain but sheds abortive seed.
But I am solitary, and the curse,

Or blessing, which has clung to me from birth
The torment and the ecstasy of verse-
Comes up to me from the illustrious earth

Of ancient Tmolus; and the very stones,
Reverberant, din the mellow air with tones
Which the sweet air remembers; and they blend
With fainter echoes, which the mountains fling
From far oracular caverns: so, my Friend,

I cannot choose but sing!

II.

Unto mine eye, less plain the shepherds be, Tending their browsing goats amid the broom, Or the slow camels, travelling towards the sea, Laden with bales from Baghdad's gaudy loom, Or yon nomadic Turcomans, that go

Down from their summer pastures-than the twain

Immortals, who on Tmolus' thymy top

Sang, emulous, the rival strain!

Down the charmed air did light Apollo drop;
Great Pan ascended from the vales below.

I see them sitting in the silent glow;
I hear the alternating measures flow
From pipe and golden lyre; - the melody
Heard by the Gods between their nectar bowls,
Or when, from out the chambers of the sea,

Comes the triumphant Morning, and unrolls
A pathway for the sun; then, following swift,
The dædal harmonies of awful caves

Cleft in the hills, and forests that uplift

Their sea-like boom, in answer to the waves, With many a lighter strain, that dances o'er The wedded reeds, till Echo strives in vain To follow:

Hark! once more,